Infinite Awakening: My Exp Doubles Everyday novel Chapter 141

Chapter 141: Winter Curse [PART 1]

Xiang Yu froze in his tracks as he emerged from the spirit vein, coming face to face with Xiuying who had been playing around the spirit vein’s entrance. He maintained his outward composure despite the unexpected encounter, quickly assessing that her cultivation was merely at the Foundation Establishment realm—not an immediate threat to the current him.

Seizing the opportunity to test his newly upgraded abilities, he activated his fifth-grade appraisal skill:

[Name: Wang Xiuying]

[Realm: Body: 10th Layer; Spirit: Early Foundation Establishment]

[Species: Human]

[Status: Cursed]

[Info: The only daughter of the Golden Edge Sect’s Sect Master]

Xiang Yu noted with mild disappointment that his appraisal function seemed less precise than he’d hoped. It displayed "Early Foundation Establishment" rather than specifying the exact cultivation layer like his system interface did. Furthermore, it categorized her as human, which contradicted what his system had revealed earlier—that she was half-beast with a Qilin bloodline.

Despite these shortcomings, he recognized the function still offered valuable supplementary information, such as her identity as the daughter of a powerful sect leader. This detail immediately triggered his survival instincts—a warning flag to maintain his distance from someone with such connections.

His assessment was interrupted when the young woman suddenly leaned toward him, her face uncomfortably close as she sniffed him.

"You smell strange," she declared without a hint of self-consciousness, continuing to sniff the air around him.

Xiang Yu stepped back instinctively, creating space between them. Who approaches a stranger and comments on their scent? Though he hadn’t properly bathed in a while, the spirit spring purified him daily. How could he possibly smell ’strange’?

"What are you doing here?" he asked, deliberately changing the subject.

"Catching butterflies," she replied with a radiant smile, advancing toward him once more. "What about you? How did you appear suddenly from nowhere? Can you teach me?"

Xiang Yu sidestepped her approach again, maintaining a safe distance. "Catching butterflies?" he echoed, studying her more carefully. He thought to himself that she didn’t look that young. "Did you catch any?" he inquired, redirecting the conversation again.

Her expression dimmed slightly. "No, if I catch them, they’ll die," she answered, her voice carrying a hint of resignation.

This revelation sparked Xiang Yu’s curiosity, especially considering her "Cursed" status displayed in his appraisal. In a normal scenario, this would be the perfect moment to inquire further and uncover her tragic backstory. But Xiang Yu had no intention of triggering another "heroine scenario" ; he already had his hands full with Li Yao.

"Why did you come here?" he pressed, ignoring the opening for deeper conversation.

She tilted her head, studying him with interest. "You’re strange," she observed, her vocabulary suddenly more sophisticated than her earlier childlike manner. "It’s the first time someone has acted so indifferent to me saying such a thing."

"It’s not that strange," Xiang Yu replied with nonchalance. "Why don’t you keep playing? I’ll take my leave." He turned away, determined to avoid further association with yet another potential protagonist.

"Wait, don’t leave yet!" she called, hurrying after him. "You still haven’t told me how to suddenly appear like you did!"

Rather than answering, Xiang Yu activated his movement technique, vanishing instantly from her sight.

Left alone, Wang Xiuying halted where Xiang Yu had stood just moments before. She touched her chin thoughtfully, her eyes scanning the empty space. "Where did he go? He was here just now..."

...

The two women continued their heated exchange, their voices growing sharper with each retort. Elder Guo sat beside them, shoulders hunched, resembling a battlefield casualty more than a respected cultivation elder. He had attempted several times to interject, only to be silenced with synchronized commands to "shut up." When he’d tried to quietly slip away, both women had fixed him with glares that rooted him to his seat.

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